On the dusty earth-drum Beats the falling rain; Now a whispered murmur, Now a louder strain. Slender, silvery drumsticks, On an ancient drum, Beat the mellow music Bidding life to co… 展开

“I,” said the duck. “I call it fun, For I have my pretty red rubbers on; They make a little three-toed track In the soft, cool mud—quack! Quack!” “I,” cried the dandelion, “I, M… 展开

How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gu… 展开

The rain was like a little mouse, Quiet, small, and gray, It pattered all around the house And then it went away. It did not come, I understand, Indoors at all, until, It found an open w… 展开